"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for January 12, 2013


Who could make me suffer
more than you
the closet to me
the deepset in my heart?

Unweighted gestures
cut through the soul more
than the most sharp blade.
Streams of tears flow deep inside.

Trust is something more fragile
than a naive butterfly.
You have the freedom to crush it
but it will never get back to life.

memyselfandela, 2013

“Water is my eye,
Most faithful mirror.
Fearless on my breath,
Teardrop on the fire,
I’ve a confession.
You’re stumbling a little.”

Music for My Heart

“You’re the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.
You’re a folk tale, the unexplainable

You’re a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you’re waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

It’s too dark to see the landmarks. I don’t want your good luck charms.
I hope you’re waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You’re the night, Lilah. You’re everything that we can’t see.
Lilah, you’re the possibility.

You’re the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you’re waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

Unknown the unlit world of old. You’re the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside my door.
Here I stand I’m all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.
Lilah you’re my only home and I can’t make it on my own.

You’re a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you’re waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

You’re the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball. The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic – call you carpet of stars. See there is something in the yard. It’s awful dark. With the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer. The group… “



I beacon from afar
from the depths of this
cracked black heart

you keep wandering
in a world of confusion
through blurry shapes and misty landscapes

turn the shades of grey
into pure light
then you’ll see my love


memyselfandela, 2013

Mezzanine – Massive Attack

Corner of the Loner


Dear friends,

As you know I have been here online for almost a year. I am writing about feelings, love, pain, life, beauty, but maybe what I wrote the most about was solitude.

Being a loner all my life I have great respect for all of you that are loners as well.

Starting from today I will dedicate a new section of my blog to all the solitary souls who would like to find a place where to listen some good music, see some beautiful things, read some calm thoughts about this existance. You are all my guests and you are all invited, no matter of religion, country, thoughts or state of mind. You can find the page on the top right side of the menu.  Join the Club!!!!

If I would have been rich I would have opened a bar,  a Club of the Loner. But since the only instrument I have is this blog, I invite you here, in this quiet corner. And know that none of you is really alone, there are many lonely people just like you.

I wish you all a great peaceful day.

And the last thing to say for today is:

Don’t feel strange or like an alien because you are different. You might not be as sociable as others, or maybe you did not find any true friends yet. But remember that you are unique and beautiful.





Black & White

if only


Cookie of the day



This thought goes to all abused children. All the little innocent souls that have faced violence instead of love and protection.

See this picture, don’t turn your eyes. This is a reality that happens somewhere in this world, this very moment.

My prayer is that , whoever of you will ever witness such atrocious things, will have the strength and honour to fight to deffend that child, to stand for that little soul.

Such horrible things should never ever happen.



Did you smile today?



when insomnia creeps in my veins
I can only hear my own heartbeat
across a world of falling sounds
dodging through my burning thoughts

rain falls against the windows of my soul
when the blue morning comes
finding me quiet and secluded, me in myself
for I am the night


memyselfandela, 2013

Music for My Heart